When they say love is blind, it is not an understatement. It is what it is for those who are madly in love. In my opinion, they are the wrong set of people to genuinely advise.
A few days ago, as usual, my friend reached out to me, saying she needed someone to talk to. As a good friend, I said, “Here I am, and I am all ears”. She was about to read me in on yet another serious issue with her fiancé. Again. Well, this is not the first time we have had to talk about Tunde (not his real name) and his nonchalant attitude. But it’s another weekend to listen to the latest episode of her relationship drama series. While she has never once taken my advice, here we are again. It’s been 2 years of their courtship, but I see the relationship heading nowhere. She always apologises when she hasn’t done anything wrong.
Tunde, the playboy in my context, will always leave my friend high and dry. A serial borrower, he seems to have perfected the pattern of borrowing from her with no intention to repay and then ghosting her when the well runs dry. There was a time my friend lied to me to get me to lend her money for repairs to her Uber car. I later found out she had lent it to Tunde to sort out his personal issues. Since then, when she hints at a need to borrow, I can sense a lie and my new found excuse is: “Girl, my money is tied up at the moment.” I have chosen not to be an easy source of cash for someone whose personality is questionable.
Girl, my money is tied up at the moment.
Sharing my perspective as someone who cares about her happiness has totally gone wrong. Again. I know you love him, but let’s be real. This relationship is on life support. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s forgotten your birthday, promised to call, and then flaked or left you questioning his loyalty. Yet each time, you come running back to me, asking for advice, only to ignore it and reconcile with him, anyway.
So here we go again. You’re telling me he’s changed this time, and you want to give him “one last chance”. But we both know how this story ends—with me being the awful friend who is unsupportive of your relationship while you’re left crying on my shoulder again in a few months. I won’t be caught in that web again.
Uche Elumelu savouring the breakfast in HERtitude stage play
What baffles me, even though many of us been here, is how gullible one can be when all the signs are there. I have learned, though, that as eager as you are to tell them the relationship is doomed, it usually falls on deaf ears. You see, breakfast always smells like party jollof until it is too late. I’ve also learnt that they will never stop asking you for advice or reporting their boo to you when they feel offended.
Your besotted friend casting and binding your advice
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